At the darkest hour before dawn, the snow began to fall again, and a wave of snowflakes hovered over the flower city.

The lights of Yan Shan swayed in the wind, and hundreds of warriors patrolled back and forth on the castle tower, like a sword tower standing on the castle tower.

In the ancient alley, the light fragrance of plum blossoms comes to the face.

Ye Chen and Qianchuan Xue wandered on the street, the fluttering snow flakes fell, and the snow flakes accumulated on their shoulders and long hair, and the snow dyed them white.

From time to time, there were bursts of crying on both sides of the flap road, women and children, children.

The inexplicable desolation infected the flying snow, Ye Chen and Qianchuan Xue kept walking along the street, and the collapsed attic stood in the cold wind, telling the glory of the past.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, but the snow still couldn't hide the eye-catching blood stains on the ground.

There are some things that can't be hidden, like the blood on the ground, the scars in people's hearts, and the underlying resentment.

The flickering lights flickered in the wind, Ye Chen stopped in vain, and Gu Jingwubo's gaze was fixed on a simple courtyard in front of him.

From time to time, sparks burst out from the blazing fire, and an elderly figure sat beside the fire.

A thin figure snuggled to the side, the childishness was still not taken off, and the bright eyes were staring at the old man.

An old man and a child, the old man holding a sharpening stone in one hand and a rusty sword in the other.

The old man's hand was no longer able to hold the sword weapon, but despite this, the old man still tried his best to hold it, and gently polished the sword body with a sharpening stone to polish away the fragments of the temptation.

Drops of blood dripped down his fingertips, and the old man didn't know it.

"Grandpa, why do you want to sharpen your sword?" the childish voice sounded, and the child's clear eyes were full of doubt.

"Because we want to defend, defend the land where we are!" the old man stopped his movements and looked at the sky with a faint gaze: "They have left, my old bone will no longer come out of the sword, and who will defend the homeland?"

"Grandpa, why defend it? What is it to defend it?" For young children, they don't know life and death, let alone that their parents have died, but they have gone to a far away place and can't come back.

"Because this is home, the holy land in our hearts!" the old man muttered, dragging the cumbersome sword weapon again, the rusty sword once again reappeared as sharp as before, and the sharp blade cut the old man's right hand, and the old man didn't know it.

Outside the courtyard, Ye Chen and Qianchuan Xue stopped to look at each other, and the flickering flames were swaying in the wind and snow, as if they could be extinguished at any time.

"His hand can't hold the sword anymore, and the meridians in his body are shattered!" Qianchuan Xue muttered.

"No, when the sword is sharp again, he can still draw the sword!" The blood-colored moonlight fell on Ye Chen's body like water, and Ye Chen whispered: "In a very distant place, there is a creature called an eagle!"

"Their claws are sharp, soaring in the sky, and their claws become the only sharp weapon, but when the eagle grows to forty years old, their claws have become sluggish and unable to catch prey, and their wings have become heavy and cannot soar!"

"At this time, they have to make a choice!" Ye Chen muttered with a look of remembrance in his eyes.

"What choice?" Under the backdrop of the blood moon, Qianchuan Xue had an extra touch of bewitching beauty.

"Wait for death or undergo transformation!" Under the wind and snow, the rusty instrument gradually reflected the brilliant sword light, but the old man's hands were also covered with sword marks, a bloody scene.

"They have to fly to the top of the mountain, build a nest on the cliff, stay there! They bang their beaks on the rocks every day until they are completely wrist-dropped, and then wait for a new beak to grow. ”

Then, with their newly grown beaks, they pulled out their original claws, one by one. Then, when the new claws grow, they pluck out the thick and dense feathers on their bodies one by one. ”

"Until, the feathers grow back and soar above the Nine Heavens again!" Ye Chen chuckled and pointed to the old man in the courtyard1, "When the sword is sharp again, he will also become a swordsman!"

"This may be the way of persistence of the three generations!" Ye Chen muttered, "As a martial artist, the indispensable way of a swordsman!"

"The sword of one generation is barren loneliness, the sword of four generations is the depression of despair, the sword of the second generation is the loneliness of domineering, and the sword of the third generation is heavy depression!"

"Suppressed feelings, responsibility, holy land, defend!" Ye Chen turned around and continued to walk towards the end of the street, his eyes slightly closed, and four bright rays of light appeared around him.

This silver light tore apart the biting moonlight, and it was four pieces of moon god jade.

Four melodious sword groans resounded in the streets, and Ye Chen's figure gradually became hazy, and his four sword shadows surrounded him.

"The way of a warrior may be like this. Qianchuan Xue muttered, turned around, and followed closely behind Ye Chen.

"The title of Moon God is too heavy!" Ye Chen whispered, his majestic will flowed out of the Moon God Mark in vain, and at the same time, the three generations of sword intent appeared on Ye Chen's body again.

The white world disappeared in Ye Chen's senses, and was replaced by white bones and a sea of blood.

A sword with a broken handle fell on the corpse, and a mountain of corpses was piled up under the ruined tower, wailing everywhere, and the whole place was like a hell on earth.

A desolate atmosphere enveloped the audience, dressed in white like snow, and a middle-aged man stood on top of the ruins with a sword.

The middle-aged man looked behind him with a sad expression, and a black-clothed man whose whole body was shrouded in black fog pierced the city, and the sword weapon that seeped cold light frantically harvested the living beings.

Whether it is the elderly and children, or the helpless women and children, these people do not let go at all, as if slaughtering animals.

Endless humiliation and struggle swept the entire Martial God Continent, the second generation fell, as the guardian god of mankind, the Sword God Gate could not resist foreign enemies, foreign enemies invaded, millions of foreign enemies swept the Martial God Continent, where it passed, not a single inch of grass grows, wailing everywhere.

The Martial God Continent gradually declined under the baptism of blood and fire, like a late sunset. In just half a year, tens of millions of living beings in the Martial God Continent were buried under the sword blades of foreign enemies.

Poof! Blood splattered out and fell on the face of the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man's expression became more and more sad, "The second generation of Yuemo, the invasion of foreign enemies, the mountains and rivers of flesh and blood, millions of living beings are like earth dogs!" "As a martial arts monk, I only watched foreign enemies slaughter my compatriots!" The middle-aged man muttered, "In this life, I only hate to kill, but I can't kill all foreign enemies, I only hate to defend the holy land of my homeland!" "Even if I cultivate to Tongtian, what's the use, the second generation of the moon god has fallen, then today I will become the third moon god in the Martial God Continent!"

"For the vitality of the Martial God, I am willing to spill all my blood and return the vitality of the Martial God!" the middle-aged man laughed wildly, his qualifications were mediocre, and with the most humble self-confidence and persistence, he had come to this day.

In the past, the second-generation moon god asserted that he could not break through the soul martial realm in this life, and he sharpened his sword on the Wanzhang glacier for thirty years, and finally broke the soul martial arts for thirty years.

Ten years of comprehension of rules, ten years of evolution of supernatural powers! The middle-aged man dragged the sword, a heavy sword, with monstrous killing intent, and rushed towards the foreign enemy army like a tide without hesitation.

Behind him were several sword lights, which were faster than him, rushing into the army of foreign enemies, like stones dripping in the sea, unable to stir up a splash.

"Xiao Jianyu, a mediocre person has such ambitions, how can I lag behind you!"

The long howl still hovered in the ears of the middle-aged man, but those sword lights had dimmed, and several pillars of blood rose into the sky.

"Everyone!" Looking at the tragic death of the former senior brothers, there was no sadness on the faces of the middle-aged people, this was fate, the fate of the disciples of the Sword God Sect, and the only way for them to return if they died on the battlefield.

The middle-aged man knew that he would also be buried in this land, the sacred land of his beloved.

Just like those people before, the middle-aged man rushed into the army of foreign enemies with his sword, he frantically waved the sword in his hand, exchanging his life for his life, and the sword brought up a bloody light.

Dense sword marks covered his body, and the middle-aged man didn't know how many people he had killed, but the sword in his hand was getting heavier and heavier.

In the end, he lost his mind and fell in a pool of blood. The sound of killing gradually faded away, and it was not until the cold raindrops fell that he opened his eyes, dragged his heavy sword, and stared blankly at the ruined city tower, hundreds of thousands of miles away from life.

Dragging the sword and walking in the sea of corpses, he saw his former brothers, and saw his master and his wife who loved him in the past.

His steps never stopped, and he disappeared into the late sunset step by step.

A million foreign enemies were just the beginning, but in a few months, tens of millions of foreign enemies had descended on the Martial God Continent.

There are more and more dead cities in the Martial God Continent, and tens of millions of armies are like locusts, and wherever they pass, there are no living beings.

The middle-aged man walked in the Martial God Continent with a sword, countless scarlets on the verge of death, he had broken veins, reduced to a waste, and lay on the bed like a dead dog for ten years, unable to move.

During these ten years, he met the love of his life. In the past ten years, he has never given up on resuming his cultivation, ten years of sharpening his sword, and insisting day and night that his meridians are repeated and his cultivation is a breakthrough.

At the moment when his cultivation was restored, the love of this life also gave birth to a son for him, but he left with a sword, ignoring his wife and infant baby behind him.

"I am a disciple of the Sword God, I am the people of the Martial God, foreign enemies are rampant, and my mission has not yet been completed!" Before leaving, he left this sentence, he didn't know that when he left, his wife and newborn baby were brutally poisoned by foreign enemies today.

For this mission, he gave up his beloved, and he remembered that on the day he cultivated the sword, he swore an oath: "My sword is only for the martial god!"

For this mission, he once again hovered on the brink of death, and he met many close friends who fought bloodily for a common mission.

Another thirty years, but those former best friends have left him one by one, but foreign enemies are still rampant.

He came to the Sword God Gate again, and with the backward Sword God Gate, a counterattack gradually began.

Another thirty years, ten years of war, his years are gone, like ink and green silk turning into white frost, a history of blood and tears of nearly a hundred years ended at the moment when he became the sect master of the Sword God.

Under the watchful eyes of all people, he walked to the peak of the Martial God Continent with his sword, and tens of millions of people knelt down and shouted: "I have seen three generations of moon gods!" Many years ago, he was a humble sword cultivator, and he had the ambition to become a three-generation moon god, and his ambition at that time was ridiculed by everyone, but he felt a sense of sadness, and he would rather those people still laugh at him at this moment.

In his life, he has met two beloved and dozens of close friends, but over the years, these people have been buried under this land.

Under the late sunset, his figure was no longer straight, he became old, and his sword became heavier and heavier, and this sword had endured too much blood, tears, and bitterness......

Sunset rendered the sky blood-red, and when he looked up, he looked at the fading sunset and muttered, "A very heavy life, three generations!" The snow fluttered in vain over the sky, the flying snow flakes tore everything apart, the sunset, the peaks, the clouds, and the shouts in his ears gradually dissipated.

"I am not three generations, but five!" the old man muttered, and under the flying snow, the old figure stood up again, and the long hair like frost turned ink-colored again.

The lights of Yan Shan flickered in front of him, and Ye Chen walked to the end of the street, and there were still bursts of crying in his ears.

Under the blood-colored moonlight, Qianchuan Xue's shadow was stretched for a long time, and her cold gaze flowed on Ye Chen, and Qianchuan Xue said softly: "Awake?"

"Hmm!" Ye Chen nodded, and the four pieces of Moon God Peiyu turned into a streamer and submerged into the Qilin Ring: "I had a dream, a very heavy dream!"